Crumbs

Note to self: Next time you de-plane* after a rather long- albeit most enjoyable- work trip on a continent far far away, try not to do it quite so VERY close to the mandatory and meticulous spring clean you are supposed to faithfully undertake for the swiftly approaching festival of Passover.

*Yes, indeed, English speakers- "De-plane" is a real word in the language they call American! The attendants all said it, on all my internal flights, and everything. More than once, so I can conclude that it wasn't even an April Fool's Joke.

And sadly, neither is the fact that at this rate, I'm going to be selling my boot (that's the trunk of the car, Americans) for Chametz.

Just as well I've got this pertinent moan, as (fantastic friends, weddings, and friends' weddings aside) I'm too overwhelmed to recount any of the not-so-subtle "welcomes" I've had to field in the short time I've been back in the "holiness", all of which remind me how incomparably and inhumanly stressful this region can be. I'm also not driven to discuss in any great detail alleged renewed Peace initiatives, Iranians, stupid CIF pieces or growing anti-Semitism in the UK. For now, I'm just going to close my eyes and think of Trader Joe's.

And then open them again, and carry on frantically scrubbing the oven.

Happy Festival of Redemption to you too.